Copyright 2009 by notepad, all rights reserved

Disclaimer;

This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY.  It contains explicit depictions of sexual activity, sometimes involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your place of residence to view such material or if such material offends you, do not read further. 

God My Life     by notepad

Chapter 1:

God I hated life.  It was Monday morning....ugh

Another day where I have to leave my bed early in the morning, prize myself away from the comfort and warmth to jump on a bus.  Another day where I have to put up with idiots at school, constantly teasing me trying to make my life as miserable as possible, and why?  These people don’t even know me.

My name is Chris Darling, I am a year 10 (9th grade) student at a high school in rural England.  I am 5”8 and skinny.  Where most of the other boys in my year are hairy and full of muscle I never really burst through puberty.  My voice broke but I did not fill out, no matter how much I eat my arms, legs and torso remain thin and boyish.

I have never really fit in at school – always too small to be any good at sports and only an average student.  My best and only friend I have never really liked, we are both unpopular so hang out with each other because no one else will.  The only interest me and Richard share are computer games, a very common topic of conversation between us.

It was 2 weeks into the school year, the summer holidays already a distant memory.  There is nothing worse in the world then having to wait at a freezing cold, wet and windy bus stop at 8am in the morning – but here I was.  In actual fact I was standing some distance from the bus stop, there were 9 other people who caught the bus from this stop and I had never spoken to any of them. 

2 of them were sixth formers; Mandy Howe and her friend Emma.  Mandy was so pretty, I was staring at her at subtlety as possible.  For the first time this year she was not wearing a skirt (another reason to hate the weather) but naturally the trousers she wore were skin tight.  She was only short, perhaps 5”1, but she had a slim frame with huge breasts and was always smiling.  There was just something about her everyone loved.

Just as I started to fantasise about touching those perfect breasts she turned and looked straight at me. 

SHIT!

Look away quickly and try to act nonchalant.  I’m pretty sure she is not close enough to see my red face right now.  I’ll slowly turn back towards the bus stop.

She is happily chatting away with a group of girls.  I can see her younger sister Katy there, even though she is just in year 9 you can tell she will grow up and become as sexy as Mandy – with a similar physique but she possesses blond hair unlike her brunette sister.   There were also a couple of girls from my own class there, Becky and Leanne.   2 typical girls from my class, pretty and always looking down at me.  Becky was better developed then any of the other girls in our year, last week I overheard one of the football team say she was a 36D.  Not bad for a 15 year old.  Leanne was better looking though, dark haired with a fair complexion.  She was slimmer then the voluptuous Becky which I thought gave her the perfect legs and ass.

Finally the bus arrived – please please please stop next to me.  This was the last stop the bus made before heading to school, so there were never many seats available.  I quickly jogged up to the bus hoping to be first on.  A couple of first years were right next to the door, the girls were hanging back.  Yeah...like a couple of tiny first year boys were going to get on ahead of me. 

I stuck my left arm out and pushed one of them out the way as the door opened.  But just as I started climbing onto the bus I felt a sharp tug on my backpack and flew backwards.  Water splashed around me as my bum landed in a puddle, laughter erupted from the girls.

“Little prick” one of the year sevens added as a passing shot.

Great, I get humiliated by someone 2 years younger than me in front of 2 girls from my class.  Today was going to suck.

I was soaking wet when I got onto the bus, I picked a seat next to a geeky looking girl at the front of the bus and let my mind drift back to Mandy’s boobs.

As the bus rolled into school I jumped off and headed to registration, dancing my way through the corridors as I went.  There was Richard sitting at our desk right at the front of the class, like me he was skinny but had a couple of inches on me in height.  He had an excited look on his face.

“Hey Chris”

“Hey Rich”

“What’s this about a year 7 beating you up?”

“Where the fuck did you hear that?”

“I think Freddie was sent a text from Becky, what happened? You don’t look too beaten up”

God Becky that bitch, she couldn’t wait 10 minutes for the bus to get to school, she had to send a fucking text.  Typical of Rich to get excited about it, he loved gossip almost as much a chance to put me down to make himself look better.  We were always competing again each other to try and become the ‘leader’ of our 2 man circle of friends.

“Nothing happened, I was getting onto the bus when 2 first years pulled on my backpack.  The only reason I fell was because I was off balance.”

“Well that’s not what I’ve heard, apparently you went over to some kid and pushed him so his friend threw you onto the floor then told you to stay down till they got on the bus.  And you did!”  Rich was smiling now.  What an ass.

“Oh shut up Rich, you know that’s all rubbish.  Who are you going to believe?”

The difference between me and Rich was he put the other kids in the year on a pedestal – he would give anything to be seen as an equal with them and was constantly trying to.  I, however, hated everyone.

Just then Freddie and his buddies walked over to me, all of them big, muscular and grinning.  Freddie was the head boy of our year, which simply means he won the popularity contest.

“Hey there fag, how could you let a fucking first year beat you up?” asked Fred, smacking the back of my head in the process.

“I didn’t, I just fell over” I responded, I really couldn’t be bothered with this, but this is how my school life had always been.  I figured I’d just stay quiet until they got bored and left me alone.

“That’s not what you just told me” said Rich, eagerly butting in.  “You said he dragged you over onto the floor!”  I fixed a steel gaze to my ‘best friend’.

“So it is true!  I thought Becky was making shit up as usual but you really did get a kicking from a first year, that’s sad even for a wimp like you Chrissy.”  Fred was guffawing now along with his following.

“Yes suuuuure, a first year beat me up this morning at the bus stop, he was half my size but somehow managed to pick me up and powerslam me into a puddle.  I then spent 20 minutes crying my eyes out, ok?” I said with my best sarcastic voice.  I knew there was no point telling the truth, no one cared they just want to laugh at me.

“Haha what a pussy, Chrissy is always crying.” I heard from behind me, I was pretty sure it was Rob – the 6”5 man mountain who was also about as smart as a used tissue.

The mocking continued for a few minutes, but I just zoned out doing my best to ignore the stream of insults and slaps across my head.  Eventually the bell rang to signal the first class of the day and I able to shuffle away.

As usual lessons were boring.  I was never an ‘A-grade’ student but I thought of myself as pretty bright.  I guess my attention span just wondered far too easily, at least that’s what I blamed for my average grades.  Chemistry and French were finally over; it was time for lunch.  I was not feeling hungry so decided to just wander around the school.  I had not spoken to Rich since this morning which was tough considering we sat next to each other in every class.  But as soon as the lunch bell rang he headed off to the canteen, I assume he will try to sit with Freddie and his crew after they shared a moment laughing at me this morning.

I was paying little attention to where I was walking, just following my feet and cursing my life.  Why did I have to be born without great intelligence, without a powerful physique and without good looks?  I don’t think I am ugly, nothing stands out on my face.  I have never really had spots, never had braces and I do not need glasses.                                                          But girls have never given me a second look.  Most guys around my age have some facial hair – like rough stubble but I have not started to grow any yet.  I keep my blond hair quite long in an untidy manner, and I refuse to put gel in it.  I guess that makes me stand out a bit, some people think my hair is quite feminine and I definitely take a lot of stick for that at school.  In fact I think that’s how the whole Chrissy thing started. 

I HATE being called Chrissy.  Sadly only Rich and my family refer to me as Chris now.

I looked up and realised my feet had taken me to an abandoned part of the school.  A couple of years ago our school managed to get a grant and decided to spend it on building a brand new block of classrooms.  This meant that 4 huts positioned on a field next to the school were no longer needed as classrooms.  The huts were freezing cold in the winter with no central heating and boiling hot in the summer with no air conditioning, so for teachers and students alike this was a very good thing.

Since the huts became obsolete they had been abandoned, no one came down here anymore.  A perfect place for me to be right now, all alone.  I wandered up to the first hut, the windows were boarded over and a large padlock kept the door shut.  The second hut was equally inaccessible.  I was just killing time really, walking around wandering if I could get into one of these old classrooms and see what was inside.  To my surprise when I reached the third hut from the main campus there seemed to be nothing from stopping me opening the door.  Someone had crudely painted a message in red paint reading ‘Fuck Hut’ on the door, how original.                                                                                                                                                               I tentatively lowered the handle and pulled.

There was a slight creak as I eased the door open. 

This could be my own personal retreat within the school, I was actually starting to brighten up a bit.

It was dark inside, especially after the door closed itself behind me.  A little bit of light made its way in through small cracks in the boards over the windows, just enough to see by.  Looking around I recognised this hut as one of the old art rooms.  In its day it would have hosted around 30-40 students per lesson.  All the equipment had evidently been taken from the room, empty cupboards and shelves surrounded me.  There were a few desks and chairs scattered around. 

I moved further into the room and noticed something peculiar, there was a mattress on the floor.  Why the hell would there be a mattress?  Well this used to be a room for art, I could still see an old easel in the corner. I guess the mattress was used in someone’s art project or something, and just left here.  Now that I was paying attention I noticed another mattress further towards the back of the room, and there were pillows scattered all over the place.

I was never really into art but have always thought of art students as the lazy, druggie type so I guess this kind of set up would suit them. 

The room certainly seemed clean for somewhere that had been abandoned for 2 years.  The wooden floor was spotless, there was no dust to be seen on the desks or shelves, and there was even a fresh smell in the air, reminding me of my own house after mum has done some cleaning.                                                                                                                                                       I moved closer to a couple of pillows which had been randomly placed in the middle of the floor, they felt soft and smelt slightly of lemon.

Pretty weird if you ask me, clearly some people are still using this room, probably the remnants of the art students who used to be taught in this room every week. 

I wonder if I placed a sign on the door pretending to be the janitor and put one of my old bike locks on the door maybe people would stay away and I could have my own personal common room?

My thoughts were interrupted suddenly when I heard the door open behind me, I span around and to my amazement saw Mandy in the doorway.  Water was slowly dripping down her mid length hair and onto the usual black jacket she wore.  She looked me in the eye with a look of genuine surprise, but as always there was a smile on her face.

“Hi, its Chrissy isn’t it?” she asked.

What the hell was Mandy doing here?  It was only 10 minutes into lunch hour, she would usually be in the canteen with her friends now.   Thinking about it she did do art, maybe she was here to do some coursework or something.  Hang on, did she just call me Chrissy?  Shit it’s been 30 seconds of silence.

“errr hi Mandy” I didn’t really know what to say, I masturbated at least 2 times a day and most of the time I was thinking about her.  I was awful at talking to girls, my natural shyness just took over.  God her eyes were so beautiful, perfectly round and emerald green.

“What are you doing in here Chrissy? You know you are really not the sort of person I expected to see in here at lunchtime” asked Mandy, she had an amused look on her face, showing off her full lips.

“erm sorry Mandy, I was just walking around and kind of ended up in here” I replied, attempting to not have a care in the world but actually sporting a nervous grin and heavy red blush.

“That’s ok sweetie, I guessed it would be something like that.  You catch the same bus as me right?”

“Yeah we both get on outside the Grasshopper” I replied, the Grasshopper being one of the pubs in our town that signalled the bus stop.  “So I guess you are here to catch up on some artwork?”

“Hah!  Well I guess you could say that, I am really here to get a bit of a workout.” The 17 year old answered.

“Oh right that must be why all these pillows are here, I did wonder”

“You got it hun, but it looks like my errr....... workout partner is late right now, so let’s talk for a bit.  Are you feeling ok from this morning?”

“erm what do you mean?” I nervously responded.

“You know, that first year pulling you into a puddle earlier.  It looked like you went down pretty heavily, is your butt ok?” She asked me, still smiling.

“Oh right hahaha” I attempted to laugh it off.  “I just kind of lost my balance for a moment and fell backwards, but my butt is fine thanks”

“Ok, Becky is in your class right?”

“errr yes she is”

“I thought so, she told me she texted some people in your year about it.  I bet you had a good laugh with your classmates this morning then?” Mandy enquired, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

“Well you could say that, if you call getting smacked across the head a good laugh.” My anger rose again briefly remembering this morning.

“awwwwww you poor baby, were the big boys mean to little Chrissy?” Mandy said in a patronising tone and a little giggle.                                                                                                  She didn’t even know me why was she being mean?  Just getting to talk to her is pretty awesome though, she is probably just joking around.        

Throughout our little exchange Mandy had edged further into the room and was now peaking through one of the larger cracks in the boarded windows.

“Well I guess you could say that, but my name is really Chris you know”

“Oh I’m sorry Chris, but is it ok if I call you Chrissy?  I think it really suits a cute boy like you” She glanced around and looked into my eyes, pouting slightly.  I was really starting to feel very nervous now.  This was easily the longest exchange I had ever had with a gorgeous girl.

“err well I think I would still rather be called Chris...” I mumbled back

“Hey listen Chrissy, my friend is going to turn up any minute and you probably shouldn’t be here, this place is a private club house a bunch of us use and I’m afraid you’re not a member”

A private club house?  Well it looks like the sixth formers had beaten me to it.  It would have been nice to have had my own private space within the school, somewhere for me to get away from the people in my class.

“Oh right, well I didn’t...”

“In fact” Mandy interrupted “you are breaking one of our rules just by being here, I don’t mind but my friend will and he will probably beat the crap out of you if he sees you”

This worried me, the last thing I wanted was to piss off a senior and get beaten up in front of Mandy.

“Ok no worries” I replied “I’ll head back to school and get some lunch maybe”

“Noooo that’s no good Chrissy, it takes 10 minutes to walk back, you are bound to bump into Tyler and he will realise where you have come from, there is nothing else out here” Mandy said, with a look of concern on her face.  Tyler Hackett was the head boy at the school, he was a huge guy and very popular with the girls but I had always thought of him as the stupid type.

“I’m sure I can talk my way out of it Mandy, I’ll just say I was taking a walk- I won’t mention seeing you or this hut at all” I was pretty confident I could talk my way past Tyler if I saw him.  “Or if I see him coming I’ll just duck behind a hut and wait for him to pass”

“No I don’t think so Chrissy, it’s too risky.  Tyler won’t bother listening to you he will just break your nose.  There has to be a better way.” Mandy said, still looking serious.

“Oooooo I know” Mandy continued, suddenly brightening up and putting on that perfect smile again. “Let’s get you in here.” She hopped over to a closet at the back of the room and opened the door.  It looked quite spacious inside but pitch black.

“erm well I’m not so...”

“Oh come on get in and try it out” She cut me off again and ran over to me grabbing my arm.  “This is the only way honey, just lay low in the closet for a bit whilst me and Tyler mess around, I will come and get you when the coast is clear.”

She had dragged me inside the dark, small space now.  I couldn’t quite stand up thanks to a built in shelf, so I had to settle for crouching.

“It’s pretty uncomfortable in here to be honest Mandy, I could hide outside maybe?  Like around the back of hut 4 and you could come and tell me when it was safe.” I asked hopefully, any chance to see more of Mandy would be great.

“No don’t you listen Chrissy?  It’s too risky, you might get seen.”  Mandy picked up a chair and placed it in the closet.  “Here, try sitting”

I reluctantly moved back inside the large supply cupboard and sat on the chair, as soon as I did Mandy quickly shut the door and I was plunged into complete darkness.

“There, now is that better?” Mandy inquired. I thought I heard a click noise

“Well kind of, I mean I am not bumping my head anymore but I can barely move my arms or legs, it’s just too cramped in here I think”

“Oh you’ll be fine Chrissy, just shut up in there and try not to move around in case you make a noise”  She said, I only heard her faintly so I guessed she had moved back across the room.

“To be honest I don’t really like the dark.”  I didn’t want to have to say that to her but it was true, I always left the curtains open at home to let some light in so I was never in complete darkness.  But I hated being inside this small, dark place. 

I reached up and pushed at the door, but it wouldn’t budge.  I tried pushing harder, again with no success.

“Erm Mandy did you lock the door?” I asked.

“For fuck sake how hard is it to be quiet for a few fucking minutes?” She answered. 

I heard her heals moving closer towards me, then a definite click sound and the door swung open.  Mandy was stood there, hands on hips, looking angry.

“Jesus Chrissy you really are a fucking baby, scared of the dark?”

I tried to stand up and exit the closet but Mandy just pushed me back down into the wooden chair, then sat facing me, straddling my lap.  My legs were locked together and the feel of her soft ass was electric.  Her pussy was just inches away from my dick!!   I could smell her sweet perfume and minty breath, I guess she had been chewing gum earlier. 

The annoyed expression remained on her face but having her sit on me like this was the most thrilling sexual encounter of my life.  My penis was desperately trying to gain full mast, but the tight (slightly too small for me) underwear I wore held it in check.  God it was so uncomfortable, there was no way I could adjust myself now though.

“Being as you can’t seem to follow simple instructions I guess you need some assistance” Mandy said.                                                                                                                                               She began slowly stroking my arms and grinding her hips.  It was the most incredible feeling.  Her groin was not directly over my mine but every time she thrust gently forward I could feel her pussy rub slightly over my trapped cock.

I closed my eyes and let out an involuntary moan.  This was the stuff of dreams; namely my dreams.  She had brushed over me 3-4 times now and even though she was barely touching me I was close to cumming.  My senses were overwhelmed, Mandy was far too much for me to handle.

I came back to my senses as I felt something cold encircle my wrists.  I tried to move my arms but they were stuck together behind the chair.

“What the hell is going on?” I demanded.  Surprise etched all over my face.

“I am just making sure you won’t do anything silly, a little sissy boy like you needs extra encouragement it seems to stay still and shut up.” Mandy responded.

“Look I mmmmphhhh” My sentence was cut short as Mandy shoved something into my mouth, the ferocity she did this shocked me, but she needed to be firm as whatever she was forcing into me seemed huge.                                                                                                            She clipped something around the back of my head and got up, there was a smugness to her smile.  A little bit of drool escaped from the side of my mouth but there was nothing I could do to stop it.  The gag in my mouth was huge and already making my jaw ache.  It tasted kind of like the ‘monsters in my pocket’ toys that I collected (and sometimes chewed on) as a kid.

What on earth was going on?  Why had she handcuffed me to a chair and stuffed a giant ball shaped gag into my mouth?  I tried to scream but I was only capable of making a small muffled sound so I attempted to stand up, there was just not enough room for me to do so.  I started shaking my shoulders and rocking the chair, the chair legs were hitting the floor which created a decent knocking sound – louder than anything my own legs could manage.  I looked up to Mandy with pleading eyes.

SLAP!!

Her right hand hit my left cheek and a new pain shot through my system.

SLAP!!

Her left hand this time onto my right cheek.

I was amazed at how hard this girl could hit, and I was starting to become really scared.

Mandy leaned in close to my face and whispered “You need to stop being a pain right now sissy, do you understand me?”

I just stared dumbly back at her, my eyes watering slightly.  She had completely disabled me and was calling me sissy.  I felt like such a complete idiot, how could I have let her do this to me?

She balled her hand into a fist and drove it powerfully into my groin.  I screamed through the gag as much as I could, she had hit me square in the balls and it was pure agony.  I felt winded and slightly sick; the tears were freely flowing down my face now.

“I said do you understand me Chrissy?” She asked once again.  I was not going to make the same mistake twice and nodded back to her.

“Good, you are a slow learner but at last it seems you are listening to me.  Now when I shut the door you do not make a sound, ok?”

I nodded again

She looked back at me and the anger that had been strewn across her face before now changed to the usual sweet smile.

“Right then, now I am just going to play with Tyler for a bit” The sixth former said.

“We can’t be long because he is so fucking late.” A slight edge returned to her voice.  “But we still have time for some fun, then Emma is going to be here with Brett but don’t worry”

By now I was beyond worrying and well set into panicking.

“They will be done before we have to get back to class.  Once they have gone I’ll come in and let you out, ok sweetie?”

Now I was back to being sweetie again then, I was starting to think this girl is slightly psychotic.

I noticed Mandy’s right hand was balled into a fist again so I vigorously starting nodding.

“Great!  Remember Chrissy, I am doing all this for your own good.  Slightly sore balls is nothing compared to what Tyler, Brett or Emma would have done to you so you better not forget to thank me”

Slightly sore balls!  Was she kidding me?  Damn right painful balls more like, I still felt winded.  Whatever, I figured I would just wait it out in this tiny space and thank her at the end.  Then I would never go anywhere near here again, or Mandy or that matter.  There could be no more then 40 minutes for me to wait anyway, I just have to be patient. 

Besides, I was actually kind of curious to find out what this secret club was all about.

                                                                                                                                                                                    

Copyright 2009 by notepad, all rights reserved

Disclaimer;

This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY.  It contains explicit depictions of sexual activity, sometimes involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your place of residence to view such material or if such material offends you, do not read further. 

God My Life     by notepad

Chapter 2;

Chris had been locked in a closet for a couple of minutes, his eyes had gotten more accustomed to the darkness so at least he could see the walls around him now.  He was so paranoid a spider or something was going to drop on his head.

He could hear Mandy dragging what he guessed to be one of the mattresses across the floor, her footsteps seemed to be getting louder. 

Just then the door to hut 3 opened.  In walked Tyler.  He had been held up by the deputy head of the school at the end of his last class.  Miss Coulston was trying to talk to him about his poor grades. Whatever, he finally managed to shrug her off and head down to the lower field.  Mandy had been flirting with him all morning and he had some pent up aggression to take out on her.

“You’re late.”  Mandy greeted him, with her arms folded.  She couldn’t help but harbour an excited expression though.

“Yeah yeah, I got held up.”  Tyler said whilst unbuckling his belt and dropping his trousers.  Mandy was stood in just a lacy white bra and yellow thong panties.  He was already half hard.

“Just hurry up we only have 10 fucking minutes left”

“You got that right”

Chris was sure he had just heard a zipper being pulled, what were these guys going to do?  Yoga?  He didn’t really know anything about exercise routines, fitness never a strong point.  The springs in the mattress creaked, Mandy must have sat down.  By the sounds of it she had dragged the mattress right next to the closet door, he assumed that was to make sure no one opened it and discovered him.  In her own weird way maybe she was protecting me, thought Chris.

He could hear faint footsteps moving towards him now.  Tyler was not the subtle type, he must have taken his shoes off.

“You look very sexy baby” Chris picked up Tyler’s deep voice, what a smooth talker.

“We don’t have any time for playing around, let’s just get to it” Mandy certainly seemed like the type who enjoyed giving orders.

  “Sure thing, just give me some quick encouragement” Tyler replied, there was a hint of smugness in his voice.

The door to the closet was very thin and Chris could clearly hear everything that was going on, right down to Mandy’s heavy breathing.  Maybe she had started stretching.

Chris heard Tyler let out a long sigh, then he could have sworn there was some sort of slurping noise.  There is was again, no mistaking it, almost like he was listening to a child suck a lolly.  In fact, it sounded exactly like a child sucking a lolly.  What were they doing?  Chris’s slow moving and innocent mind was completely blank now, all his concentration was bent into listening to the goings on in Hut 3.

“Ok that will do for now stud, we have around 8 minutes left and I really need to be fucked hard”

Wait what did she just say?

Tyler let out laugh “I have been looking forward to it all morning, bend over sunshine”

This could not be happening, this was surely all a joke.  Two sixth formers were not going to have sex right here, right now.  They must think I am a complete idiot if they think I’ll fall for this, Chris mused.

A long high pitched moaning started at the same time as a loud, deep grunt.  The girl began a series of constant little squeals mixed in with moans of pleasure as the unmistakeable sound of flesh slapping flesh got louder.

Fap       fap       fap       fap       fap       fap       fap

“uuunnnngghhh....... y-yeah Tyler, f-fuck me harder”

Fap     fap    fap     fap     fap      fap     fap     fap   

“aaaahhhhh ............fuck ............uunngghhh............. y-yeah thats it Tyler baby, f-faster pleeease”

Fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap

Chris could not believe his ears.  There was no doubt now, these 2 people were fucking.   He had never had any sexual experiences of his own, never even kissed a girl.  He dared not risk trying to look at porn on the family computer so his limited knowledge of the subject came from school text books and catching the odd documentary on TV.    

Chris didn’t want to but could not help trying to visualise Mandy naked.  What would those breasts feel like?  What did her pussy look like? Was it shaven? How wet did it get? What did it smell like?  How did it taste? How heavenly would his dick feel inside of its silky depths?  As these thoughts moved through Chris’s mind he realised he would never ever know.  Would he ever get anywhere with a girl? Let alone a good looking one.

This was the lowest he had felt in his life, just 3 feet away the sexiest girl in school was getting what sounded to be a very fast and hard fuck from a big, dumb jock.  His cock was as hard as it could possibly be, which made it agonisingly uncomfortable trapped in his clothes.  He would have given anything to be out there right now, getting a change to fuck Mandy Howe, ANYTHING.

Tears began to slowly run down Chris’s cheeks.  There was nothing he could do, he just had to sit there and take it, not unlike Mandy really.

The mattress springs were going wild on the other side of the door.  The giant Tyler Hackett was kneeling behind Mandy’s petite figure as she was down on all fours, head bowed in order to stick her ass further into the air, his hands on each hip.  Her creamy white skin was sticky with sweat as she frantically pushed her hips back to meet each commanding thrust from Tyler’s big cock.  Her large breasts swayed obscenely as she was rutted like a dog in heat, and by the sounds of things she clearly loved it.

“You’re so fucking good baby....  *pant*  .... I’m gonna f-fucking cum, you......aahh....... sh-should too honey we don’t...... uhn...... have time for a long one....ooohh”

Mandy gasped, then let out a loud scream has she came.  Tyler began to grunt like a wild animal as he forced 5 or 6 slow, powerful thrusts into Mandy’s gaping pussy, emptying his pent up load inside of her.

Tyler collapsed onto Mandy’s back as his cock popped out of her sodden cunt.  The 2 teenagers just lay there for a minute, breathing heavily as they waited to regain some composure.

The head boy eventually got up and started getting dressed, he didn’t seem to care that his dick was covered in a mixture of pussy juice and sperm.  Without saying a word he sauntered out, his job complete for the day.  Now he could just relax and get some sleep during afternoon classes.

Mandy realised cum was dripping down her thighs, she had forgotten to put a condom on Tyler again.   She could never rely on him to sort something like that out, he just didn’t care.  Damn it, she thought, well at least I have a change of clothes. 

Mandy made sure she always had a change of clothes somewhere of campus, just in case of an ‘emergency’.

She stuffed her bra and panties into a bag and quickly threw on her blouse and trousers. 

Just then her friend Emma walked in.  She was a very keen swimmer which had given her an athletic build, tall and slim.  Her dark brown hair was cut to her shoulders.  Unlike Mandy she rarely smiled, for the last couple of years she seemed to be stuck in a perpetual bad mood.  She looked over at her best friend, who was still a heaving, sweaty mess.  Hair was stuck to her forehead and a deep red flush covered her face. 

“Jesus Mandy you guys really messed that mattress up, why don’t you put a condom on donkey boy?”

“I get caught up in the moment I guess, finding a condom is the last thing on my mind when 8 ½ inches of cock are shoved in my face” answered Mandy, smiling broadly.  “Anyway I’ve gotta hit the shower” she continued “I can’t afford to be late for another Maths lesson.”

“Fair enough, I will be late so you will have to cover for me”

“Did I hear a please in all that Emmsy?”

“No”

The sinking feeling in Chris’s stomach had lasted a good 45 minutes now.   Mandy had left to shower and head to class, she had either forgotten about Chris or just didn’t care.  Emma and Brett were still going at it on the other side of the door, they were quieter then Mandy and Tyler, or perhaps just further away.   Chris dared not try to escape, even if he somehow managed to stand up and apply some pressure onto the door he doubted he could break the lock.  Besides, he was nervous of getting caught now- this club would never want to risk exposure.

“Don’t try and kiss me you idiot, just fuck me” Emma snapped.  Brett dutifully obeyed, feeling rather stupid.

Emma had her hands behind her knees, lifting her legs in order to give Brett’s large tool as much access as possible to her dripping snatch.

Emma didn’t like any of the boys in the school, she had always possessed a mean streak and often entertained dark thoughts of abusing the opposite sex.  She did enjoy these little fuck sessions though, she may not like guys like Brett, but they knew how to pummel her tight cunt – and that made them very useful.

Eventually Brett exploded inside Emma, she writhed as a third orgasm washed over her.  Without exchanging words the two seniors got dressed and headed back to school, Emma broke into a slight jog as she headed for the girl’s locker room- she hated feeling so sticky.  At least she had made Brett put a condom on.

Chris had now lost all track of time, he figured school would be coming to a close soon.  He had spent the last 2 hours desperately trying to free himself.  The handcuffs were an impossible obstacle so his energies had been concentrated on getting through the door, but he had no idea what he would do if he succeeded.  Maybe try and track Mandy down without being seen?  Impossible.  But right now all that was redundant thinking as so far his efforts had simply achieved 2 bruised knees.  There was just not enough room in the closet to do anything.  At least the tears had stopped now.

Mandy had not forgotten about Chris, her friend Annie needed to get some coursework done and had agreed to drive her home when she was done. 

The bell rang to signal the end of the school day, Mandy sat and watched her classmates file out, she was in no hurry.

Chris heard someone enter the hut, the footsteps sounded like Mandy’s.  So she finally remembered me he thought, well I’m in no mood for her right now.  I’ll act nice enough until she releases me, then march straight to the headmasters office and tell him exactly what has been going on here.  We’ll see who is smiling by the end of the day.

As the closet door opened Chris was dazzled by the light suddenly hitting his eyes.  He slowly recovered to squinting and seeing a slender feminine frame in front of him, after 10 more seconds he could open his eyes fully and recognised the now familiar smile of Mandy Howe.

“Hey Chrissy!  How was your afternoon?  I had the most boring maths lesson after lunch but at least I could finish the day in art class, I got lots done on my project”

Chris just sat there in astonishment, how could she stand there and chat normally to someone she had just gagged, handcuffed and locked in a closet for 3 hours?

“Oh that’s right I gagged you” Mandy continued, as she leaned in and unbuckled the ball gag.  Chris immediately began stretching his stiff jaw.

“There you go sweetie.  You know, if you had just stayed silent in the first place we could have avoided all of that, and you wouldn’t have drooled all over your shirt.  It’s pretty disgusting to be honest”

“You didn’t need to lock me in a cupboard!” Chris responded, hotly.  “You have left me here for hours, how could you forget about me?  You said you would let me out at lunchtime”

“No silly I said after school, and here I am right on time.  Don’t forget I did this for you Chrissy, I did you a favour so the least you could do is thank me.”

“Thank you sooo much for letting me have the worst afternoon of my life, and thanks for letting me listen in on your little sex show” Chris said in his most sarcastic voice, he was almost certain Mandy was meant to release him after lunch.

“No problem Chrissy!  I knew a little boy like you would like listening in, I bet I got you all worked up” Mandy giggled. 

She had always hated boys like Chris, there was no way a boy like him could ever be with a girl like her, or indeed any girl, and boys like him knew that.  He was weedy, grumpy and annoying.  But Mandy had learned from morning conversations on the bus that he looked down his nose at everyone else, he resented his social standing within the school.  Boys like him should just be shy, quiet and try to not get in anyone’s way.  They should do their best to go unnoticed around the school, not act like a little smart arse.  Seeing Chris in her club hut had been the last straw.  Mandy had plans for Chris now.

Chris was surprised Mandy had not understood his sarcasm, then again she was pretty much just an art student. “Could you please take these handcuffs off?  My arms really hurt”

“Oh right the handcuffs, can you remember where I put the key?”

“Oh don’t tell me you lost the key” cried Chris, a hint of panic in his voice.

“Not lost, I just need to remember where I put them before stripping off for Tyler and getting my pussy hammered” Mandy assured nonchalantly.

Chris winced slightly at her vulgar language, but hearing Mandy talk about stripping and using the word ‘pussy’ made his cock twitch.  He hated her right now, and he hated the fact that hearing her and Emma have sex earlier had been the biggest turn on of his life.

“AHA!  Here they are, looks like I stashed them in my backpack.” Mandy exclaimed.

Thank god thought Chris, my ordeal is nearly over.

For the second time that day Mandy crouched down and straddled Chris’s lap, as she leaned forward to unlock the handcuffs her breasts were positioned just inches away from Chris’s face.  The poor boy could not help letting out a moan of frustration, and once again his cock was responding to Mandy’s charms.

“There you go Chrissy, you are all free now” Mandy said, as she got up off Chris and backed into the hut.  “I told you it would work, we managed to keep you safe for another day”

Chris remained seated and stretched his legs, as subtle as he could he adjusted his underwear to free up some space for his penis.  He had wanted to do that for 3 hours.

He could not help but feel a little intimidated by Mandy, a clear memory of getting slapped and punched in the groin was still etched in his head.  Better just play it cool and get the hell out of here, he thought.

“Yes very safe, stuck in a closet all day missing school.  I’m going to get in trouble for this”

“Oh of course you won’t, everyone skips classes now and then.  How are you getting home?”

Chris had forgotten about that, he had been locked up for so long he would have missed the bus.

“erm I guess I’ll call my mum, I’ll say I was doing some work after school or something”

“Oh no need to do that Chrissy, I’m getting a lift back.  You can tag along and get dropped off in the village”

It was tempting.  It would save his mum having to come out and would get him back in the safety of his bed quicker, but he really wanted to catch the headmaster and tell him all about the sexual activity going on in the school.   Mandy would regret hitting him.

“I think my mum is in town anyway getting some shopping so it’s no trouble.” Chris lied, whilst stepping towards the exit.

“You are being a baby again Chrissy.  Why not just get a lift back?  We will be leaving in around 20 minutes.  Now come and help me with this.”

The gorgeous 17 year old was busy pulling a sheet off the mattress Emma and Brett had been bouncing on earlier.

“Grab that sheet would you Chrissy” Mandy ordered, whilst pointing toward the mattress at the back of the room, the same mattress Mandy and Tyler had soiled earlier.  Chris could see the now dry pale stains dotted all over the yellow bed sheet.

“There is no way I’m touching that” Chris argued “It’s covered in......well.... erm.....you know.”

Disgusting.  Absolutely disgusting.  There was nothing on the planet that could make Chris go near another mans cum.

“Tyler’s sticky cock juice?” volunteered Mandy.  Chris winced slightly at her vulgar language, which reminded him of what he had sat through earlier.  This sweet, innocent looking girl was a slut.

“errr well I guess, look I have to go.  I need to get my stuff and call my mum so I’ll see you tomorrow” Chris mumbled as he quickly pushed the door and stepped out.   He heard Mandy call his name but he was not going to stop. 

After stopping off at his locker for his bag he was heading straight to Headmaster Owens office.

Mr Owens had enjoyed being a headmaster for 4 years.  He was not particularly strict with the students, he could rely on his deputy heads to administer discipline, which made him popular with the pupils.  At 42 he was young for a headmaster, fierce ambition had seen him climb the ladder from teacher to head of year to deputy head.  Then his aim had been met when he was offered the top job at a pleasant school situated in beautiful countryside.

He loved his job, getting paid a large sum of money to flirt with young girls was his idea of heaven.  Mr Owens liked to keep himself in good shape, regularly playing sports had enabled him to keep an athletic build.  A lot of the girls in the school harboured a crush on their headmaster.

...Knock...Knock...

“Enter” bellowed Mr Owens, he was just getting ready to head on home to his family.

Chris Darling pushed the door open and walked in.  He had spent the previous 10 minutes planning just how he was going to break this news to the popular principle.

“Ah it’s you Darling, what are you still doing here?” asked Mr Owens.

“Sorry to bother you sir, I just thought I should bring something to your attention.  At lunchtime I was walking around the lower field, looking for somewhere quiet to do some coursework when I heard something in the old hut 3..”

“Hut 3 you say” interrupted the headmaster.  “Excuse me for a minute Darling I need to use the phone, wait outside until I call you”

“errr yes sir” Chris murmured and walked out, shutting the door behind him.  That was annoying, he thought, he wasn’t even listening to me.  I’m sure I’ll have his full attention soon enough.

Mr Owens whipped his mobile phone out of his pocked and hit speed dial 5.  He was a little rattled and needed to know exactly what was going on.

After around 5 minutes Chris heard Mr Owens’ voice beckon him back into his office.

“Right then Darling, I had to make a phone call.  What were you telling me?”

“Well sir I was just saying at lunchtime I was walking around by the old huts in the lower field and...”

...Knock...Knock...

Once again Chris was interrupted, this time by the door.

“Enter” Instructed Mr Owens.  In walked Mandy Howe.

Oh no

Chris felt his stomach lurch, he didn’t want Mandy to witness him telling on her.

“Hi Mr Owens” Mandy chirped.

“Hello Miss Howe”

Mandy then turned to Chris and gave him an evil look.

“Were you going to tell on me Chrissy?” she questioned.

Chris could not believe his ears, how was Mandy going to wriggle out of this one?  No doubt she would make something up.  Thinking about it she could quite easily tell a story that would sound a lot more realistic then the truth, it would be the sixth formers word against his thought Chris.  Maybe this was all a mistake.

The unpopular boys mind raced for an answer, sadly his mouth seemed glued shut.

“Were you going to tell Mr Owens about this afternoon?” Mandy persisted. Fine, if she wants me to talk, I’ll talk.

“Well I was just about to...” Chris was cut off again.

“Were you going to tell Mr Owens about my little fuck session earlier?” Mandy asked completely seriously, still looking Chris in the eye. 

Surely Chris had not heard correctly, he turned to Mr Owens and saw the headmaster grinning back at him.

“Nobody likes a snitch Chrissy, no wonder you have no friends.” She continued “And after all I did for you today”

“You locked me in a tiny cupboard and gagged me!” exclaimed Chris “You did nothing for me today”

There was turmoil inside the boys head, Mr Owens didn’t care that girls in his school were having sex on campus?  What was going on here?!?

“You ungrateful little shit, you left me to clean up by myself too. Why do people never appreciate me?” wondered Mandy aloud.

Thomas Owens knew all about the school sex club, he had known about it for 3 years now.  Who knows how or when it began, but as far as Mr Owens was concerned some heavy flirting with a couple of different senior girls in his office had gotten the secret revealed to him, and he had done all he could for the club since – providing he was supplied with a regular supply of teen girls of course.

“Why would you come in here Darling?” Mr Owens enquired “Why would you want to tell me about what happened?  If I were you Darling I would have tried to get in on the club.”

Chris was starting to get control of his emotions now, clearly Mr Owens was in the secret sex club (the pervert).  Time to leave, looks like he will never get Mandy back – unless it was worth exposing Mr Owens too?

“Oh wimps like him don’t think like that Tommy” Mandy pointed out.

“Fuck you Mandy” Chris snapped, a knee jerk reaction to being called a wimp.

“You wouldn’t know how to sweetie”

AARRGGHH!!  She drove Chris mad, time to leave and fume at home.

“Well I was just going to tell you about lunch sir, but being as you already know I’ll head on home”

“Wait a minute Darling, there are a couple of outstanding issues here.  I don’t like your attitude, you should show Miss Howe more respect.” Mr Owens instructed.

Chris was angry, but if he had to apologise to Mandy in order to get out of here and put this day behind him then fine, he would do it.

“Sorry Mandy” he uttered, eyes downcast facing the floor.

“No Chrissy that’s not enough, I don’t want a little boy like you to apologise, you need to learn a lesson.  You have been naughty today.”

Chris just looked up at Mr Owens, who was still smirking.  He was really starting to tire of being treated like a kid.

“Well I.......” Chris started, before Mandy cut him off again. “Take your trousers off” ordered Mandy.

“What?!” Exclaimed Chris in surprise

“Don’t try to argue Chrissy, you have been rude to me all day, slide your trousers down please”

Mandy just stared at him blankly.

“I’m not going to strip for god sake!”

“Don’t make this harder then it has to be Darling, just do as the lady says and you can be out of here in 5 minutes.” Mr Owens weighed in.

This was ridiculous, Chris took a few steps towards the door only to find Mandy barring is way.

“Look I promise I am not going to tell anyone about this, I only came here to tell Mr Owens, being as he already knows there is no point in me telling anyone else.” 

“You do not understand the seriousness of the situation boy, we can’t trust you.  The only way we will happily send you home is if you abide to our wishes.  Just follow Mandy’s instructions.”

The headmaster was tired of this now, Mandy had told him over the phone the extent she wanted to humiliate this kid, and he could see why.  He could be an obnoxious little shit.  People had found out about the club before but no one ever revealed its secrets to the outside world.  It was easy to keep children quiet when you were the headmaster of their school.

Mr Owens moved up behind Chris and grabbed his arms.

“Hey, what are you doing Sir?” genuine panic was evident in Chris’s voice now, as he struggled to free his arms.

SLAP!

Chris immediately stopped struggling and stood stunned and Mandy slapped him again, how could someone so small hit so hard?

“Now hold still or I will smack your balls again” She stated, and Chris obeyed.  His groin had only just stopped hurting from earlier.

Mandy quickly undid Chris’s trousers and unzipped his fly.  He now stood there in just his underwear.  Mandy giggled as she surveyed Chris’s bare legs.  They were so thin and pale, barely a hair to be seen.

Chris was mortified, but what could he do?  A much stronger man was holding his arms in place and if he kicked out at Mandy she would probably rip his balls off. 

In one smooth stroke Mandy quickly pulled Chris’s underwear down, the 14 year old cried in terror as he felt the cool air conditioning gently blow against his now exposed private area.

“What are you doing?” He cried, as tears developed in the corners of his eyes.

“Hush up now Chrissy and think about the situation.  If you do tell anyone about our club it will be your word against ours, and we have a headmaster on our side – no one would ever believe you.  From now on you should just do as we say, then you can forget this day ever happened.  Ok honey?”

Chris knew he was stuck, these weird people wanted to humiliate him for the sake of it, but why?  This can’t be happening, he thought, it just can’t be real.

“I knew you would only have a little dickey, Chrissy, although I have seen smaller.  If you ever actually grow up maybe it will turn into a cock.”

Mr Owens hoisted Chris into the air and over to his desk, forcing him to bend over at the waist.  The year 10’s narrow backside was now exposed.

Mandy moved in behind Chris, hairbrush in hand.  Mr Owens was standing on the other side of his desk, still holding Chris’s arms down.  All the poor boy could do was try to bury his face in the hard wood and ignore everything around him.

THWACK!!

Chris screamed out in pain as Mandy dealt her first blow.  She needed to hurt this pathetic little wimp.

THWACK!!

THWACK!!

Two blows in quick succession caused Chris to moan in agony.  He had never been spanked before and couldn’t decide if the pain or humiliation was the worst part.

THWACK!!

A harder blow, or perhaps it just caught him in the same spot.  Chris kicked his leg out and immediately Mandy grabbed his balls and squeezed a little.

“Keep still sissy or I will make this much worse for you” she said menacingly.

And so it continued for 5 more minutes, although it felt like 5 hours to Chris.  His ass was now very red and very sore.

Mandy and Mr Owens collected their things and walked out, laughing and chatting to each other as they walked away. 

Chris Darling stayed motionless for a while in the empty school, trying to come to terms with the ordeal he had just been put through.  He slowly gathered himself together and rang his mum, she would probably have been wondering why he wasn’t home yet.